4500

4500

‘How much for the motor then mate?’

‘Four and a half grand. As specified.’

A pause. Pregnant you might say.

‘Yea, but how much will you actually take?’

‘You mean will I accept more?’

Laughter. Slightly stifled. Maybe a hint of nerves.

‘No. Obviously. Shall we start at seven monkeys?’

‘Call it nine.’

A slice of Duran Duran whistled in from the radio; the singer vocalising about a girl with an unlikely name.

‘Listen mate, I’ll make you an offer one last time and then I’m out of here. Four grand. My full and final offer.’

Now the sound of a biro writing on a pad as the car seller wrote out in big letters FOUR THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS ONLY!’

The buyer shook his head, pulled out a wadge of notes, and counted out the full asking price.

Deal done.

Four thousand five hundred blips. Deal done.

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